Satan's Devils MC Boxset 1

by Manda Mellett

  Oh fuck, no. She’s sitting on the picnic bench outside the shop, clearly enjoying the lingering warmth of the summer evening. She’s holding a cold bottle up to her face, resting it against her cheek as if to cool herself. Hidden by the shadows, I watch as she takes a sip of beer, wiping away moisture from her lips. Now divested of her overalls, she’s wearing a pair of shorts, her long sleek legs on display. As usual, her t-shirt is hugging her breasts, which admittedly aren’t large, but perfectly adequate to fit in my hands.

  Her hair, for once freed from its confines, cascades around her shoulders. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and the fact she’s totally unaware of it is just another thing to entice me. That she can be so alluring without even trying draws me in.

  All my good intentions fly out of the window. Stepping forward into the light, I take the few last steps and approach her, seeing her startle as she wasn’t expecting anyone to appear.

  I hold out my hands, palms facing her. “It’s just me.”

  Her eyes widen. “Drummer? I thought everyone was at the party.”

  Resting one leg on the seat, I lean over my knee. “I wanted some space.” I wanted to see you.

  She doesn’t know why I’m here, but she’s not alone there. Neither do I. What the fuck am I doing? She’s staring at me, and by the light spilling out of the shop, I can see her chest rise and fall, and then rise and fall more rapidly. I’m affecting her. My cock swelling in my jeans tells me she’s affecting me too. But that’s not surprising; I’ve been half hard since I first saw her. Let her give me this. Just once, just one time. Then I might be able to break this strange spell she’s cast over me.

  Without warning, I stand and take hold off her arms, pulling her up and to me. Even through the barriers of material, I can feel her nipples are peaking. In a move full of innocence, she pushes against me, her mouth opening, and she gulps as she feels my hardness against her.

  A little tug, a vain effort to get away. “Drummer, I don’t think this is a good idea.” She’s looking around as if someone might save her. But there’s no one else here. No one else will be leaving the party for a very long time.

  “Darlin’, I think this is about the best fuckin’ idea I’ve ever had.” My voice sounds husky, even to myself.

  I give her no more time to think, my mouth crashing down on hers, my tongue forcing its way in between her lips. She’s shocked by the intrusion and gasps, but I don’t give her any choice, forcing her to join in the dance. Cautiously she begins to mimic my movements, her uncertainty showing me she’s never been kissed like this before, never had a real man’s mouth on hers. Her arms come up, her fingers holding onto my biceps, her nails biting in and then retreating as if she doesn’t know whether to hold me closer or push me away.

  She tastes of beer and sunshine, a unique, fresh flavour all her own. A delicious smell of coconut oil, presumably from the residue of suntan lotion, mingling with the strawberry smell of her shampoo seduces me like never before. And underlying it all, the undeniably sweet perfume of her arousal.

  I continue my assault on her mouth, kissing her like the rough biker I am, sweeping away the thoughts of any boys she might have had prior, showing her what a man can do to her. Almost punishing her unfairly for my part in denying myself this for so long.

  Becoming used to the sensation, she starts pushing up against me, little murmurs of appreciation rumbling past her lips, vibrating on mine. Fuck, the thought of her mouth doing that when it’s around my cock makes it throb so uncomfortably, I know I’m going to have to get a release soon.

  Like a cat in heat, she’s rubbing herself against me; her thighs pushed tight together. She’s as turned on as me.

  We don’t need words; I don’t want conversation. Swinging her up in my arms, I take her into the shop, closing and locking the door behind me.

  Letting her feet drop to the floor, I walk her backward until she’s pushed up against the wall. Her eyes are wide open and staring, and her pupils have dilated. There’s a glow on her cheeks, a flush spreading down her neck. Following it down, I know I have to see more.

  Placing my hands on the top of her t-shirt, I rip it from neck to hem and push it apart, too impatient to wait for her to take it off. Quickly I dispense with her front fastening bra, and her gorgeous breasts fall free. I pause for a moment, letting the sight enthrall me. They’re just what I expected, will easily fit into my hands, and tipped with pink aureoles and hard erect buds. I can wait no longer to touch them.

  Taking both her hands in mine, I hold them over her head, then lower my mouth to those glorious orbs, sucking first one, and then the other teat into my mouth. Her skin tastes a little salty, a tang which inflames me. Laving attention on the first nipple again, I lick and suck, then nip with my teeth. Her sharply inhaled breath and the way she pushes her groin against mine lets me know that she likes it. Encouraged, I repeat the same actions on the second.

  Now I entrap her slender wrists with just one hand, leaving my other one free to explore. Trailing my fingers down her slightly concave stomach, I appreciate her curves—she’s not all skin and bones like some of the clubhouse sluts, and I love her womanly softness. Her sighs encourage me on, and my fingers sneak lower, pausing for a moment at the waistband of her shorts, then, oh fuck it, I flick open the button and undo the zip and push all her remaining clothing to the ground.

  My hand’s there, my fingers swiping along her slit, gathering up her copious wetness. Making a small gap between us, just enough so I can sneak up and suck my fingers into my mouth, I taste her arousal for the first time. A smile is forced from me at her stunned look, her disbelief at my enjoyment of her taste that is so fresh, so clean, so uniquely her. My hips thrust automatically, and I know I’m losing control.

  As my hand travels downward once again, I touch her clit, circling my fingers, then pinching and rubbing that small nub. My eyes fixed on hers, watching for the point when I’ve hit just the right spot. She’s panting now, her body straining against my hold, pushing up against me, closing the space between us, her breasts squash up against my chest, her nipples so hard I can feel them through my shirt.

  I push two fingers inside her, contorting my hand so it’s now my thumb that presses on her clit. She sucks in air, then stops breathing. Her legs start to shake, her muscles suddenly lock, and a scream comes from her as she quickly reaches her climax, her body shuddering and jerking in my arms.

  All the time I’ve been watching her face, and I can’t remember ever having seen such a look of amazement and wonder before. Yeah, baby. This is what a biker can give you.

  Now it’s my turn. I swing her around so she’s facing the wall, pulling up her ass to line her up with my cock. Not bothering to dispense with my clothes, I unzip in a flash, and freeing myself, have a condom on in seconds, and then pause at her entrance.

  “Tell me you want this.” My voice sounds shaky; I’m proud I can speak.

  There’s no hesitation at all. “I want you,” she cries out, almost desperate in her pleading. “God, I want you!”

  That’s all the permission I need. I’ve been on edge for days, long hours when I’ve had no release. Now, she’s ready and willing and begging for me; I’ve no strength to hold back, and I’m not going to wait for a second more. With one quick parry, I thrust hard inside her tight channel.

  She screams, but the sound’s not wrought from her in pleasure, I’ve hurt her.

  What. The. Fuck?

  I hold myself still, already as deep as I can go. She starts to struggle.

  “Hold still, darlin’, wait.” Perhaps it’s been a long time for her, or maybe she’s just not used to being fucked the way I like to fuck.

  I hear a strangled sob.

  “Hush, darlin’, I was too rough. Just hold still a moment and get used to me. I’ll slow it down.”

  My cock should deflate at the clear distress of the woman it’s resting in, but her muscles are squeezing me involuntarily, and it’s keeping me hard. I
’ve no desire to pull out. If I stop now, it will leave us both unsatisfied. I’m sure I can rescue this.

  Another small squeeze. “Fuck, you’re killing me here, darlin’. You ready to go now?”

  She makes a panicked sound and shakes her head.

  “It’s alright, darlin’. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” She’ll be the death of me if I don’t move soon. I’m trembling with the effort to keep still.

  Then she says the words I’ve started to fear I’m going to hear, “I’ve never…”

  “Never?” Never had a biker cock, or… I feel myself go cold as realisation dawns. “You’re a virgin?”

  “Not now.” In a husky voice, she huffs out a mirthless laugh.

  For once in my life, I’m at a loss for what to say, what to do. Fuck, but I’m a bastard. I never even dreamed she’d never been fucked before. I’d swept her away, consciously deciding not to give her a chance to protest, and now I’ve taken away the one thing I can never give back.

  But she’s pushing back a little against me, her movements making me grow harder. Her fingers are reaching back around me, gripping my cut, pulling me to her.

  “It doesn’t hurt so much, now.” Her voice is quiet and nervous, as if she’s not sure what she’s asking for. How would she know?

  I’m not going to make another mistake. “You want me to keeping going?” Fuck, the devil in me hopes she says yes.

  “Can you be gentle?”

  I’ve never done gentle, but for her? “I’ll try, darlin’, I’ll try.”

  Experimentally, I ease out a little and then push back in. She doesn’t react, so I do it again, holding myself back, unable to remember a time when I’d had to exercise this much restraint over my desire to simply drive in. I find a slow pace, fighting my natural instinct to hammer into her until we both come.

  I reach around, one hand toying with her clit, the other tweaking her nipple. The combined sensations eliciting her muscles to tighten around my cock. I’m unable to suppress a groan as I ask, “How you feeling, now?”

  “Good,” she breathes out. “Good, Drummer. Oh please, don’t stop.”

  Having no intention of stopping, I allow myself to quicken my pace, all my senses aware of every slightest reaction of her body while knowing I’ve never concentrated so hard on pleasing a woman before. The next sounds I hear are music to my ears.

  “Drum, fuck, Drummer. Oh, oh…”

  She squeezes her cunt again, trapping my cock as tightly as a garrote as she screams once more, this time, thank fuck, with pleasure.

  It triggers the cum to rise. I can feel it starting as a tingling in my spine, initiating a boiling in my balls that causes an eruption shooting up through my dick and into her sweet, oh so sweet depths. But again, I curb my instinct and pump gently. It feels like my orgasm has drained me entirely. Never, ever before has it felt this intense.

  Finally exhausted, I rest my forehead against her back, my fingers gently stroking her soft skin, delaying pulling away, unsure how I should finish this. I don’t cuddle and say sweet nothings after sex. Normally, once my balls are empty, I lose interest in the woman I’m with, sending them on their way and only sleeping with them if I’m too drunk to be able to get out the words.

  She was a virgin. I didn’t particularly give her much option to stay that way. Oh, I asked her permission, but only after using all my skills to make sure her body wanted me as much as mine did her, but whether her head was into it as much… Guilt washes over me, an emotion I don’t normally feel. I wait, still connected to her, desperately searching for something to say. She seems as speechless as I am.

  My softening cock slips out of her, breaking our connection. I pull out, reaching down to do up my zip. Fuck, I didn’t even take my clothes off! She was probably expecting hearts and flowers when she eventually gave her virginity to the man she was saving herself for, and I just took it, without even bothering to get undressed.

  Shit! There’s blood. A lot of blood. Well, I did take her roughly. Self-reproach slams into me with a force that almost makes me stagger, but it does spark me to speak. “You’re bleeding darlin’. Wait here a moment while I find something to clean you up.”

  “No.” Still facing the wall, again, she reaches back her arms and grabs mine, stopping me from moving away. “No, Drum. Drummer, what do you normally do after having sex?”

  It’s a direct question, and without thinking about it, I answer honestly, “I usually fuck one of the club whores or hangarounds, darlin’, so I just send them away.”

  “Well, just go then.”

  “Not going to happen. You aren’t a club whore.”

  “I want you to go, Drum.” There’s a tremor in her voice that makes me die a little inside. “Please go.”

  I’m out of my depth. I don’t fuck civilian women or the ones who don’t make themselves available at the club, and I’ve never fucked a virgin before in my life. She’s got no experience with this, and neither do I. Deep down, I know I should stay. Surely, there are words I can use to help her come to terms with what’s just happened between us? But I don’t know where to fucking start. She’ll be gone tomorrow, we both know that. What is there to say? There are no promises I can make. There’s no way I can take what’s just happened back. Nothing I can do to make this right.

  Placing my hand on her shoulder, I try gently to turn her around to face me, but she’s stiff and keeps her body turned toward the wall. She can’t look me in the face. Suddenly I realise, I don’t want to see what’s written on hers. Recrimination? Hate? Christ, I’ve fucked this up good.

  “Drummer, don’t make more of this than it was. I’m leaving tomorrow.” There’s the strong Sam I’ve come to know. I hate that she’s right. I have nothing to offer her. Whatever I said would just be empty words, and she’s well aware of that.

  “I’ll go.” As I make my decision, I wonder if I’m just taking the easy way out that she’s offered. “I’ll leave my number by the phone if you need me… If you want to talk about what’s just happened… Give me a call.”

  I see her head nodding but feel certain she won’t be ringing me.

  Knowing it’s probably the worst thing I can do, I turn and walk away.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sam…

  Waiting until I’m sure he’s gone, I listen for any sound to suggest he’s lingered and then carefully look around before I finally push my aching and sore body away from the wall. Feeling something sticky between my legs, I look down to see with horror that he was right. There is a lot of blood. But he’s a big man to have been my first, and he wasn’t particularly careful. Well, at least, not initially.

  Going to the small bathroom, grateful it’s got a shower, I turn on the water, having it as hot as I can stand, and begin to wash away all evidence of what just transpired. My mind at first completely numb. Then the tears start, disappearing down the drain with the water as my body heaves with great gulping sobs. Bending double with remorse, I slowly sink on to the tiled floor and put my head in my hands. I’ve completely messed this up.

  From the moment I saw Drummer, I’d known he was someone different, a man who touched me on a level no man ever had before. At first, it was his presence, his bearing, the confidence he had in himself. The way he seemed the absolute ruler over his domain, his club. The power he extruded drawing me in. Then it was the man underneath the leather, his face rugged and weathered from riding under the unforgiving Arizona sun, his piercing steely grey eyes that seem to miss nothing. It’s not a pretty-boy face, but handsome nevertheless, one that’s worn and lived in, the face of a man who’s seen more than most.

  The way he walks, his self-assurance, and the manner in which the others look up to him. I’ve seen enough interaction to know they have not only respect and admiration for him, but affection too. He’s so different from the men I’d known before; he’s a natural born leader with charisma to match.

  Of course, he didn’t want to make love to a virgin. Make love? Angrily swipin
g away my tears, I correct myself—we hadn’t made love. We’d fucked. In just the way a man like him would have wanted it. Or that’s how he’d intended it to be. Christ, I must have been such a big disappointment, the frightened, scared innocent who hadn’t had a clue what to do.

  But he’d swept me away. His mouth had touched mine, and from that point on I hadn’t a choice. Electricity had sparked between us, a switch thrown that was impossible to turn back off. His touch had caused my every nerve ending to sing, and I hadn’t had a chance in hell of hiding my reaction to him. Every part of my body had come alive in ways it never had before. Like a runaway train, I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d tried, let alone him.

  The water’s running cooler now; gingerly I stand, wincing as muscles I didn’t even know I had start to protest and turn the shower off. I reach for the worn towel and wrap it around me. I’d felt so ready, so turned on. I’d had no idea that his first thrust into me would hurt so much. Maybe if I’d warned him, he’d have taken it easier.

  Or maybe he wouldn’t have wanted me at all.

  No, a man like Drummer would want a woman who knew the score. That’s why I’d sent him away. Now I’ve got to pretend it meant nothing to me, when in fact it means everything, but when, if I see him again, I’ll have to behave as nonchalantly as any club whore.

  Throwing down the towel, I pull on my shorts, panties, and bra, and grab a fresh t-shirt out of my bag. I pick up my torn and ruined shirt, debating what to do. It could go in the rag bin; the shop could always use more. Great idea, and everyone would know what had gone down. At last, I stuff it into my pack along with the rest of my clothes. Then take it out again and put it at the bottom of the trash. I’m not going to want to be faced with a reminder when I leave here in the morning.

  Now I’m dressed, but about as far from wanting to go to sleep as I could be, half tempted to get on my bike and leave now. But I need to give it a test drive first; it would be stupid to go now and get stranded again. I give a strangled laugh. Who’d rescue me next time? Certainly not the president of an outlaw MC.